[fieldbox=Genesis Lancaster, blue, solid]
Genesis seemed to wander around with no particular goal in mind, fidgeting in her school uniform. She thought it quite silly that they had to wear these. Wasn't this supposed to be a school of unity? Then why were they making them wear things that made them stand out? It hardly made sense, but she was here to learn, not to judge the decisions of the school board.
It wasn't until seeing the mass of kids heading in one direction that she remembered there was supposed to be an assembly, an introduction she assumed. It was lame, and probably going to be plenty boring, but she had to face the reality that she had nothing better to do anyways.
During her walk torward the Auditorium, she noticed the many different school cliques that you would normally see around a regular high school. The Drama Queens, the Techies, the Gamers. You have the shy ones, the flamboyant ones, the excited ones, and the ones that are merely depressed about everything. Though, Genesis saw nothing to be depressed or scared about. They could turn into dragons. Half the majority on the planet didn't even know they existed. If they did, they would probably go out hunting for them, and the Hunters in the school would no less hesitate than to lop of their heads.
The assembly hall was crowded and loud, one of the main things she loathed the most. Not to mention it was already small, and trying to sandwich these many kids into one area made no sense, and made her skin crawl. However, she swallowed passed the itch under her clothes and took a seat next to a few of the Goth kids who seemed to only have black in their wardrobe. They even modified their uniform to take on a more eerie look.
Sighing, Genesis leaned back in the rather uncomfortable seat and waited for the introduction assembly to start.
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[fieldbox=Alistar Evans, red, solid]
Alistiar was chewing the inside of his lip and turned on his heel, placing on of his hands on his hips, the other hand at his side and idly turning the silver scaled ring on his hand. It was a rather important ring, taken from his first kill, and it usually never came off his hand. It was extremely special, and would hardly be of any understanding to any of the shifters within a hundred miles of this place.
"That's a little ironic, I was hunting two Shifters before I came here."
He had said it as more of a fear inducing lie, but there was some truth. He had been hunting two rather active Shifters along the coast of Moscow, but had only managed to slay one of them before the other had slipped away from his grasp. In a crowded city such as Moscow, they couldn't very well shift or risk setting more than a thousand Hunters on their trail, so fighting them proved a piece of cake. He had them easily bound in a sort of invention of his own, rope laced with barbed wire and electrically charged. The volts helped keep them in place and from shifting while the barbs kept them from trying to move out of the binds. It was clever, up until one of them did in fact, take the risk. It had been snowing, and little to Alistair's knowledge, it had shorted one of the volts in the wiring and gave them the split second they needed to shift. It was frustrating, going to kill the other but finding them gone. He had been on the Hunt for a while, but decided to give it up and go where the source was; A school for Hunters and Shifters alike. Regardless, he had no idea if the Shifters he caught were actually the boy's parents or not.
Alistair had been trying to keep the assembly off his mind, but it did little when there were crowds of students filing rather slowly into the Hall where no doubt it was going to be held.
"Guess we should head over to the assembly, yes?"
With that, he grabbed his weapon and holstered it to his waist, slipping the blade of the dagger into the leather holster at his hip, and walked out the door, feeling comfort in the bounce of Scych against his hipbone.
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